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the sisterhood of the broken flip flop

I’ve really been off the radar screen for a few days dealing with a family situation. It’s been stressful, time consuming, heartbreaking and emotionally exhausting. But we’re finally moving (Oh God, I hope!) in the right direction. I know I’m being all mysterious and on the down low but I want to protect people’s privacy.

Thankfully, my husband has been enormously supportive during this time. And my sister flew in from Memphis to help out. I’m always happy to see that girl’s face. She can make me laugh even during the crappiest of times.

Tonight we finally had a chance to grab some dinner. Just the two of us. So as we’re walking to the restaurant, her flip flop breaks.

Here’s the thing about a broken flip flop. YOU CAN NOT WALK WITH IT ON. It’s really impossible. You have to sort of hop and hobble your way to your destination.

Now maybe a lesser gal than my sister would have insisted that we return home so she could put on shoes that actually stayed on her feet.

But no.

Sushi and wine were awaiting.

Quinn put the broken flip flop in her purse, walked all the way to the restaurant with one bare foot and enjoyed her dinner.

Good for her! I mean all those published reports about flip flops in NYC basically say that walking around in flip flops is no different than walking around barefoot… and maybe the sign should say Shoe and Shirt Required!

Hope your family situation keeps on this path. I had four sisters waiting when I was born, and I’ve accumulated a few more along the way. Each is invaluable. Lean on the sisters — it makes the sisterhood stronger….

I’m so glad that things are better. I read an article about the dangers of flip flops and everything that you can get wearing them. Life threatening stuff, like staph. The article didn’t mention possibly missing dinner.

Oh, now I miss my sister! Though mine is a bit fussy and probably wouldn’t have managed a barefoot dinner. Because by “fussy” I mean OCD clean freak, and by “managed” I mean she’d have to wash her hands, like, 22 times and turn the light on and off between each washing, not to mention boil her foot in a vat of Purel.

I’m sorry to hear of your family troubles. It sounds like you’re moving toward some peace – hope so! Everybody has some craziness in their family, but that doesn’t really help… So, I’ll be sending good kharma your way.

I guess the squirrel finally bit you on your tushy and things are getting better when you found out it didn’t have rabies. That’s my ‘take’ on the problem you’ve been dealing with…..Nice to know ‘some people’ have sisters who speak to them…